Little Summer Poem Touching the
Subject of Faith
Every summer
I listen and look
under the sun's brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can't hear
I listen and look
under the sun's brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can't hear
anything, I can't see anything --
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,
nor
the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor the cobs…
nor the shucks, nor the cobs…
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How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?
How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?
One morning
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn's beautiful body
is sure to be there.
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn's beautiful body
is sure to be there.
4 comments:
I am surmising that you take some comfort from the poem and that you have faith that you will feel at least a little better soon, Carol. Change is so hard. I remember some of when my son left. The rest of us (husband, daughter, me) had to learn how to navigate this new family dynamic, along with missing the one who had left. I wish you the best, and thank you for the poem. Oliver gives us hope in so many of her poems.
I love it that tucked inside this poem about faith is a message of hope, and a reminder that growth and change are part of the natural order of life.
Whatever we've loved is sure to be there....sometimes within sight, and sometimes just on faith.
It's hard to have faith when we can't hear or see anything. And it must be so hard to let your child go. I'm not there yet and I don't look forward to it at all!
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